I'd had it.
I'd had it with feeling like something had been gnawing on my feet every time I ran. I'd had it with being in agonizing pain the morning after a run - after EVERY run. I'd had it with having to brace my hands on my legs to bend over and pick something up because my lower back hurt so much; with having to shuffle into the kitchen because every inch of my feet — bones, tendons, etc. — was in misery; with feeling like an 80-year-old woman for the simple crime of trying to be fit.
I'd had it.
So I decided it was time to seek counsel and to spend the big bucks.
I packed up my horrible shoes in a Safeway bag and trucked on down to Portland in search of a store that specializes in running shoes — preferably one that specializes in women's running shoes.
I found it - poured out my tale of painful woe to a patient sales girl, showed her my shoes; showed her the blisters on my feet, and got my advice. Told her what I wanted to spend, and I got it.
Runnning shoes, it turns out, are a lot like cars. The "models" change every year, and within a brand, they go by initials and numbers, and it's all very confusing.
She recommended a very nice Asics shoe with extra arch support to keep me from overpronating (which was what had been causing the instep blistering). I asked her my dumb questions, got my feet fitted for the right size, tried them on ... and bought them. In last year's model ($ave!).
I ran 2½ miles straight last night. Put in 5 miles total. And my feet felt AMAZING afterward. No chewed-up foot feeling. No aching in the bridge of my foot. No feeling like my outer ankle tendon was about to snap.
AMAZING.
This morning: No foot pain. No back pain. No leg pain. No tendon pain.
I felt amazing.
I'm in love with a blue-and-white shoe. I could write sonnets.
Anyway. 5 miles last night.
18 miles this week.
45 miles this month.
198.25 miles this year.
301.75 miles remaining
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